James
She sits by me, pushing a coffee mug my way.
“Thanks.” Then I take a good look at her….
Something’s changed….
…. She’s happier….
Ah…. Yes….
I drink my coffee and wait for her to volunteer what I think…. what I am almost sure…. is coming.
“Um….”
“Ah-ha?”
“I thought I should tell you. I’m not pregnant.”
As I thought….
I take her hand, kiss the fingers. “Good. I’m glad. I know it was worrying you.”
She nods into her coffee. “I do feel better now.”
I rub my thumb over the fingers, noticing the roughness of the skin. Charlotte has ‘working hands’ and I’m conscious that it embarrasses her sometimes.
When this is all over, I’ll ask Beth to take her to a spa or beauty centre. Get her to pamper herself a bit.
I’m less sanguine about her nails. She doesn’t normally bite them, but right now, they’re chewed to the quick.
Nerves?
Upset about her fall-out with Michael….?
Change the subject….
…. Happy futures….
“Perhaps, one day?” I ask. “When this is all over?”
She looks at me blankly for a moment, then realises what I am asking her. She swallows her coffee. “Is that what you would like, Master?”
“If I were sure that it is what you want, yes, I would like that.”
She has a far-away look, her breathing slow. “Yes…. one day.” She sips. “One day….”
“When you’re ready.”
Family….
“Had you considered what you would like?” I ask.
She blinks. “Um, no, I’d er, not given it any thought.” She considers the inside of her mug. “Something for everyone I suppose.” She flashes a smile. “One girl. One boy. One blond. One dark. How does that sound?”
“Sounds perfect to me…. when you’re ready. And when you are ready….” I take her hand and kiss her fingers again… “I’ll do my best to make sure that’s what you get.”
Her eyes rise to mine, and for the first time in some while, I see real joy there.
The door clicks open. “James, I was just….” Michael stops. “Oh, sorry. Didn’t realise you were here, Charlotte.”
And the two won’t meet each other’s eyes.
Michael backs out. “I’ll catch you later James.” And the door snicks shut behind him.
I could happily punch something.
One minute she’s talking about starting a family eventually,
The next she won’t talk to him…
How can two people who love each other so much, not be able to make it up after a quarrel?
I want to tear my hair out in frustration.
What the fuck do I do about this?
*****
Klempner
Bech treads water, conscious of dangerous currents.
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